Skin You're In 6/?
Title: Skin You're In 6/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaehwa (Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Heechul, past Yunho/Jaehwa)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to play with.
Summary: Jaehwa is one of the prettiest girls Yoochun has ever met. Yoochun isn't sure how to react when he finds out that Jaehwa is a girl in her mind, but she has the body of a man. Does that change who she is?
Warnings: Transgender!Jaejoong
A/N: Before you start reading, I suggest you familiarize yourself with Gender Identity Disorder. I personally think calling it a disorder is bullshit. There is a lot of controversy over this topic.
If you have questions, or you want to discuss this topic with others, go here: http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/40030.html (you have to be a member of the community, go here to join http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/)
A/N Part 2: This fic is dedicated to willowwing because she has gone to great lengths to make her most recent fic realistic, and I hope that I have taken this topic and done the same. And she loves JaeChun, so it's a JaeChun.
Part 6: The Conflict
July 2012
Yoochun rolled his eyes and made a noise of frustration when Jaehwa’s bowling ball once again knocked over every pin. She did her victory dance, arms spinning above her head and body twirling in her spot. More than one man looked over at her. He didn’t blame them. She was wearing tight red skinny jeans and a loose white shirt that was almost see-through.
Their relationship had … Yoochun didn’t want to say it stalled, because it hadn’t. They still kissed and dated and cuddled. And Jaehwa more than once surprised him with an impromptu blow job, but her clothes stayed on, more or less, and she kept herself in tight control when they made out.
Yoochun hated it. He wanted her to be comfortable with him. And he wanted to be comfortable with her, but that wasn’t going to happen if they kept avoiding the issue. It’d been a full year since their first date, and Yoochun loved Jaehwa a little more each day. Even on days like this, when she was going to make him look bad.
“You are so going to get your ass handed to you,” Jaehwa said and danced over to him, smiling widely.
Yoochun stood up and swallowed his pride. He encircled her waist and gave her a kiss. “Who’s idea was this?”
Jaehwa’s arms went around his shoulders. “Yours. You wanted to do something we’d never done together before.”
“And you said bowling. So it was your idea.”
“And like every other guy, you thought I was going to suck. I’ve been bowling since I was five years old.”
“After you thoroughly make me look bad, are you going to make me feel better?”
Jaehwa giggled and kissed him quickly. “Maybe. Maybe I’ll let you worship the winner.”
Yoochun laughed as she pushed him away.
They bowled two complete games and Yoochun was slaughtered in both of them. The smile on Jaehwa’s face was worth it. She sat down, tying up the black, almost-knee high boots she wore, and a man behind Yoochun clucked his tongue.
“Pretty little girl you have there,” he said.
Yoochun tried not to bristle at his tone. The man was almost forty. “Thanks.”
Jaehwa stood up, and then bent over to straighten where her pants were pushed into her boots. She was so unconscious of her own desirability, but Yoochun saw the quick glances at her ass. His eyes narrowed.
The man chuckled and said, “I bet she’d look amazing in just those boots.”
Yoochun fought the urge to punch him. Instead, he stalked over to Jaehwa. She frowned at his face.
“I hate that everyone is staring at you, and the man over there is thinking of you in nothing but those boots.”
“Wouldn’t he be surprised?” Jaehwa said with a smirk and put her hands around Yoochun’s waist. Their lips met automatically. “So you’re feeling possessive?”
“God, yes.”
Jaehwa broke away and laughed. “Then let’s get out of here.” She held Yoochun’s hand and dragged him from the bowling alley. They had taken the bus to the bowling alley, but Yoochun was willing to splurge on a taxi if it meant getting back faster. He flagged one down and said half of Jaehwa’s address.
She touched his arm. “Junsu and Changmin are there.”
“Right. My place?”
She nodded.
Yoochun smiled and told the cabbie his address. They held hands all the way there, fingers entwined. Jaehwa reached over with her other hand and played with the tips of Yoochun’s knuckles. Yoochun watched her fingers, because if he looked up at her, he would kiss her and if he kissed her, clothes were going to start coming off.
After being dropped off, Yoochun handed the cab driver his fair. The cab driver smirked, winked and said, “Take care of that pretty girl.”
“I will.”
He turned and put a possessive arm around Jaehwa’s waist. “What the hell is up with men openly ogling at you today?”
“Are you sure they aren’t ogling at you?”
Yoochun snorted.
“It’s possible. You are attractive.”
“Yes, but when they say ‘pretty girl’, then they are talking about you, because you are indeed a pretty girl. My pretty girl.”
Yoochun said that as naturally as he could. Jaehwa’s cheeks went pink and he smiled to himself. He let her up the stairs first, and after only three, reached up and cupped her ass. He squeezed and she tittered at him, looking over her shoulder. He smiled unapologetic. She twisted her hips, laughed and ran up the stairs. Yoochun laughed with her and followed just as quickly. She didn't slow until they reached his door. Yoochun pinned her to the wall and kissed her harshly.
Jaehwa moaned, arms wrapping around his neck. She sucked his lip into her mouth and bit down. Yoochun jerked in surprise, hips pinning her. Unthinking he rolled his body, thrusting against her. She pulled her mouth away, gasping, and Yoochun took a deep breath of control.
“Inside, or you’re going to get naked right here,” Yoochun whispered.
She shivered and tried to push him away. Yoochun held her there and reached with one hand to unlock his door. Not the best decision, but after missing on the first try, he managed to get the door open.
They stumbled inside. Yoochun kicked his shoes off while trying to eat Jaehwa’s mouth.
“Chunnie,” she tried to protest. “Chunnie.”
“What?”
“I need to take my boots off.”
“No, you don’t. I just need to push your pants down.”
She scoffed and pushed his shoulders. “Move.”
Yoochun pouted but moved away enough that she could turn around in his arms. He kept his hands on her hips while she bent over and unlaced the boots. Her ass rubbed over his crotch and his cock pulsed. Yoochun whimpered, and tried not to thrust against her. The first boot fell to the ground, and she shifted, purposely rubbing against him to unlace the other one.
“Fuck, Jaehwa, what … You’re going to make me come in my pants.”
She turned her head and smirked up at him. “Then why don’t you be smart and take off your pants.”
Yoochun whimpered. He let go with one hand and shoved it between them. He cupped her ass briefly and then used that one hand to unbutton his jeans and lower his zipper. She stood up, and turned back around.
Jaehwa draped her arms around his shoulders, and their lips met easily. “Take me to your bedroom right this second or I’m going to go bitch-crazy on you.”
Yoochun smiled into the next kiss and walked her through the living room and to his bedroom door. The door slammed open, almost by itself and they stumbled inside the dim room. The sun was setting outside, and Yoochun didn’t want to turn the light on.
Jaehwa regained her balance and then pulled away from his lips. With a small smirk, she pecked his lips and then shimmied down his body.
“Oh, fuck,” Yoochun said as she rubbed her face against his crotch.
She took his hands and put them on her head and he threaded his fingers into her hair. She grabbed the top of his pants and pulled them and his boxers down. His cock sprung free, smacking her in the cheek. She licked her lips, opened her mouth and caught the tip with her lips.
Yoochun’s eyes shut and his whole body shook. Liquid heat wrapped around the crown and then slowly dropped down, more and more of his erection slipped into her mouth and he had to thrust, had to. His fingers tightened in her hair, she moaned and he jerked his hips forward. She gagged and then pulled back and glared up at him.
He smiled in apology. “Sorry. You’re really sexy on your knees.”
Jaehwa rolled her tongue around him, drawing another moan from deep in his throat. “You are entirely too eager,” she reprimanded, lips against the pliant head. “Should I make it worse?”
“I don’t know how that’s-“ Yoochun broke off when she let go of his dick. It bobbed just in front of her face. She licked at it, just her tongue, while her hands grabbed her shirt and yanked it off. The tiny tank underneath followed quickly. Yoochun moaned and put his hand on pale shoulders. Her tongue was beyond distracting, and he didn’t notice that she had unbuttoned her jeans until she suddenly turned and stood up.
Those red jeans rolled down her hips, revealing satin red boyshorts and creamy pale thighs.
Yoochun had to grip the base of his cock to keep from coming.
Jaehwa did not turn back around. She took the couple of steps to his bed and crawled onto it. She looked over his shoulder and smiled, tongue running over her mouth.
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered and kicked off his pants and boxers. He didn’t care that he still had his t-shirt on and climbed after her. His lips hit just above the panties, on her lower back, his hand cupped her ass, fingers slipping over the panties, pushing into her cleft. She whimpered, body shuddering, and her elbows collapsed.
Yoochun kissed her back, licked up her spine and pushed her hair to the side to suck on her neck. He held himself up with one hand and traced the top of the panties with his finger. “Can I take these off?” he whispered.
Jaehwa moaned and nodded, hips rising in invitation.
Yoochun hooked his fingers at the hem and pulled them down, baring a single ass cheek. He moaned as he cupped the bare skin and then transferred his weight so he could push them down further. He stopped as soon as her ass was free and then settled over her, lips on her shoulder. His dick slid between her cheeks, and they both moaned. Her hips lifted again and Yoochun rutted against her. Their moans filled the room and Yoochun bit down on her shoulder, crying out as the interrupted orgasm was there in full force, ripping through him and covering her cleft in come.
Jaehwa whined, still moving her hips as Yoochun slowed, gasping with lips against her skin.
“Chunnie,” she whimpered.
Yoochun shut his eyes, willing control to his body. He held himself up with one and snaked the other between them. His fingers slipped through his mess. He found her opening and pushed in a single finger. She keened, head lifting from the bed. Her hips rutted down, hard and fast. Yoochun licked her neck, whispering words of beauty to her as his finger pressed completely inside her.
“Yoochun, please, please, please.”
Yoochun slowly pulled his finger out, all the way. She whimpered, and he rubbed her entrance, with two fingers. He didn’t want to hurt her, and her body was so tight. He pressed in a single finger again, slow and steady, in and out. She pushed her face into a pillow and screamed something that sounded like a curse word.
Yoochun chuckled and left wet kisses across her upper back. “What was that?”
She turned her head. “I want you. I want you.”
He pressed against her, attacking her mouth sideways in a dirty kiss. He spun his hand and then pushed in a second finger. Her body gripped him tightly, and she cried out. Her hips rolled and forced both fingers deeper.
“Please, please, please.”
Yoochun pushed up, kneeling. He pulled his fingers from her and turned. His side table was just out of reach. He growled and had to climb off her to get to the drawer and the lube inside. When he turned back, Jaehwa was still on her stomach, but completely naked, legs spread. Her back rose and fell, and her face was hidden in his pillow. She was shivering, and Yoochun wondered if she thought he was going to run away. He crawled back over her, kissing her sides and back, and did not look between her legs. But he was still shivering. He kneeled between her spread legs and curled his body over hers.
With lips against her neck, he said, “You are so beautiful. I love you so much.”
Her breath caught, and she turned her head. Their lips met again in a soft kiss and he lowered his hips, erection rubbing along her cleft again. He kissed her until she smiled and then he pulled back.
“I love you,” she whispered and licked at his lips.
Yoochun moved enough to cover his hand in lube. He poured some right on her body too, mixing it with his come. She gasped and lifted her hips. Two fingers slipped inside her, and Yoochun moaned at how she clenched around them. He pumped and spread them slowly. He leaned over her again and captured her moans with his lips. She rocked her body up into his, begging for more. Yoochun pushed in a third finger. They both shivered.
“Please, Chunnie-ah, please, please, please don’t stop. Please.’
Yoochun knew the begging for what it was. Don’t leave. Don’t hate me. Don’t think I’m unworthy. Don’t stop. He shook his head and kissed her. He removed his fingers and used that hand to slick his cock up. He spread his legs a bit more and lowered his hips. He swiped his dick along her ass and they both whimpered.
“Fuck me, please, please, Yoochun, please.”
Yoochun shivered, and held his cock steady. He shut his eyes and thrust forward, into her tight channel. She cried out, back bowing down, hips rising to take him. Yoochun stopped, curled over her, and inhaled, trying to calm himself down, but then she thrust back, forcing more of his cock into her.
Yoochun growled. God, she was tight. Tighter than any woman he’d ever been with. With hands firmly planted beside her, he thrust down, hard, quick, in and out, forcing her body into the bed. She cried out, gripping the pillow. Yoochun kept his eyes shut tight, reaching for control, feeling it down to his toes as her body held him tightly, gripping and pulsating around him. He shorted his thrusts, quick instead of long, forceful instead of soft. His arms ached and shook, his legs were tense and almost cramping, but he didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Her slim body writhed underneath him and he was only vaguely away of her whimpers and moans. She gasped his name, over and over.
And then her body tightened impossibly further and Yoochun’s vision went gray and he sped up with a gasped, “Fucking hell”.
“Chunnie, don’t stop, please. So … so close, please. I’m … make me come, please. Come, come, please, I’m com--” She broke off with a cry. Her body went taut and tight and her hands flung to her sides. Her hips rose, and her entrance tightened around Yoochun so much that he lost his rhythm.
“Chunnie!” She spasmed, hips jerking unsteadily into the bed. Her breath hitched and then stopped and everything froze and then shattered, and she collapsed, back heaving with her heavy breathing.
Yoochun slowed, exhaling at how tightly her body clenched around his dick.
Her breath turned to gasps and then to whimpers and Yoochun lifted up enough to kiss her neck. She was almost panicking.
“Love?” Yoochun said worried.
She shook her head and buried her face in the pillow. Yoochun continued to kiss her sweaty skin and rolled his hips.
“God, you’re amazing,” he said. “I love you.”
“I … I … I love you,” she said, but it sounded like she was crying.
Yoochun frowned. She still thought he was going to run away from her. He stayed buried inside her but kneeled, grabbing her hips and pulling her back. He watched as his cock moved in and out of her body. It was so hot, but at the same time, different. He was used to a different view, one that had a warm, wet cunt to slip his dick into. He gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks.
She was whimpering, probably sensing his hesitation. But Yoochun remembered not to say anything about her dick or boy parts. He pulled out and she cried out his name, begging. With a smile, he leaned down and touched his tongue to her stretched opening.
She gasped in surprise. He held her hips tightly and licked at her, cringing at the taste of lube and come on his tongue. But this was for her, just for her and he pushed his tongue inside. After only a minute, he pushed in a finger too. She shivered and said his name in disbelief. He licked her, up and down her cleft, wincing when his chin hit balls, but he didn’t stop, just moving away as fast as he could and distracting them both with three fingers and a tongue spreading her open. His erection sagged though, and he couldn’t help it and hated it.
He pushed up with a growl and said, “Turn over.”
She shook her head. “No. No. I … just fuck me like this.”
“I don’t want to fuck you,” he said, and she flinched. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a tear dripped down her face before she could hide it in the pillow.
Yoochun grabbed her hips and forced her over. She shook her head and tried to curl up, but Yoochun gripped her knees and spread her legs.
“Yoochun, don’t, please, just …”
He glared at her and fell over her, kissing her roughly. She cried into his mouth, hands pushing at his shoulders. He grunted and shivered as his cock slipped next to hers and then went down, further. He reached between them, slid his hand down her stomach, over her erection. He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroked and kissed her until he was aching and hard again. He held himself against her entrance and pushed.
She shuddered and continued to try to push him away. He grabbed her legs, bent them and slammed into her body.
“Chunnie stop, please, I … please …”
With a deep growl, he grabbed her wrists and pushed them to the bed. He buried his face into her neck and thrust into her roughly. Each one tore a little cry from her throat. Yoochun kissed her shoulder and collarbone, and then before he could stop himself, changed the angle of his thrust. He curled his hips, shortened his strides and pushed into her and rubbed against her at the same time. He shivered, biting harder.
“Yoochun!”
And Yoochun knew he couldn’t do this, not like this, not without seeing her. With a growl, he lifted his head. He let go of one of her wrists long enough to grab her chin. He kissed her, eyes open, eyes locked with hers, and they were her eyes, and it was her hand tangling in his hair.
Her. Her. Her.
Jaehwa.
His Jaehwa.
“I love you,” he gasped. “I love you.”
Her eyes shut and tears dripped down her face.
“Look at me,” he demanded, shaking her.
She tried to open her eyes. Yoochun slammed into her harder, and she cried out, chest arching into his, bodies pressed completely together. Yoochun shivered at the press of erection on his skin and he kissed her again. He couldn’t hold on to her anymore, not like this and he hooked his arm under her bowing back. He kissed her cheek and neck and grunted, thrusting harder. She moaned his name, whimpering and shaking. His energy was dropping, body protesting the continued movements, but her ass was tightening around him again, pulsating and twitching.
She grabbed her knees, opening herself more. Her other hand clawed at his back, and she arched again, crying out as her body jerked and spasmed. That dick against his stomach pulsed and then wet and hot and sticky covered his stomach. But everything around his cock went tight and he moaned, collapsing as she dragged his orgasm through him, teased it and twisted it. He thrust into her weakly, barely able to move, but it was enough and he emptied himself inside her. His hips continued to move, but he was done, spent and exhausted. He held Jaehwa’s sweaty body tightly against his.
It wasn’t until his own breathing steadied that he realized she was crying. He lifted his head, and she looked away, eyes shut as more tears fell down her cheeks. Very carefully, he lifted his body off hers and winced at the sticky mess between them.
Jaehwa whimpered in distress and Yoochun turned her head and kissed her softly.
“No,” she said, pleaded, “No, no, no. no.”
Yoochun sighed and pulled back a little bit. “Love?”
She shook her head and tried to roll away.
“God, Jaehwa, talk to me. Don’t just-“
“You’re disgusted by me,” she almost shouted.
Yoochun shook his head and kissed her cheek.
“Leave me alone, please.”
“No,” Yoochun said. “I want you to talk to me.”
She shook her head and struggled against his hold. With another sigh, Yoochun let her go. She didn’t go far, just turned on her side and curled up in a ball facing away from him. Yoochun’s come dripped from her ass. He licked his lips and touched her gently with his fingers. She jerked away.
Yoochun watched her body shake. He did not have energy for this. He sighed and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Very carefully, he wiped the come from her body. But she flinched again and he gave up. He tossed the shirt away before tugging on the blankets, pulling them until he could climb under them. He flung the edge over Jaehwa’s shoulders and then scooted closer to her. He draped his arm around her middle and pressed his face to her back. His wilted cock brushed against her ass and twitched.
Shaking, she settled against his chest.
Quietly, Yoochun whispered, “I love you. You do not disgust me and this was amazing.” His fingers traced around her belly button and he did his best not to flinch when they slipped through come. Her come. He kissed her neck and put a leg over her hips, holding her as close and as tightly as he could.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
“For what?”
“I … this … it’s …”
Yoochun smiled against her shoulder. “This was amazing,” he repeated.
She inhaled sharply and then exhaled slowly.
“I love you,” Yoochun said.
“I love you,” she repeated quietly.
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Part 7: The Promise
Part 5: The Setback
Part 4: The Date
Part 3: The Wait
Part 2: The Talk
Part 1: The Secret
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaehwa (Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Heechul, past Yunho/Jaehwa)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to play with.
Summary: Jaehwa is one of the prettiest girls Yoochun has ever met. Yoochun isn't sure how to react when he finds out that Jaehwa is a girl in her mind, but she has the body of a man. Does that change who she is?
Warnings: Transgender!Jaejoong
A/N: Before you start reading, I suggest you familiarize yourself with Gender Identity Disorder. I personally think calling it a disorder is bullshit. There is a lot of controversy over this topic.
If you have questions, or you want to discuss this topic with others, go here: http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/40030.html (you have to be a member of the community, go here to join http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/)
A/N Part 2: This fic is dedicated to willowwing because she has gone to great lengths to make her most recent fic realistic, and I hope that I have taken this topic and done the same. And she loves JaeChun, so it's a JaeChun.
Part 6: The Conflict
July 2012
Yoochun rolled his eyes and made a noise of frustration when Jaehwa’s bowling ball once again knocked over every pin. She did her victory dance, arms spinning above her head and body twirling in her spot. More than one man looked over at her. He didn’t blame them. She was wearing tight red skinny jeans and a loose white shirt that was almost see-through.
Their relationship had … Yoochun didn’t want to say it stalled, because it hadn’t. They still kissed and dated and cuddled. And Jaehwa more than once surprised him with an impromptu blow job, but her clothes stayed on, more or less, and she kept herself in tight control when they made out.
Yoochun hated it. He wanted her to be comfortable with him. And he wanted to be comfortable with her, but that wasn’t going to happen if they kept avoiding the issue. It’d been a full year since their first date, and Yoochun loved Jaehwa a little more each day. Even on days like this, when she was going to make him look bad.
“You are so going to get your ass handed to you,” Jaehwa said and danced over to him, smiling widely.
Yoochun stood up and swallowed his pride. He encircled her waist and gave her a kiss. “Who’s idea was this?”
Jaehwa’s arms went around his shoulders. “Yours. You wanted to do something we’d never done together before.”
“And you said bowling. So it was your idea.”
“And like every other guy, you thought I was going to suck. I’ve been bowling since I was five years old.”
“After you thoroughly make me look bad, are you going to make me feel better?”
Jaehwa giggled and kissed him quickly. “Maybe. Maybe I’ll let you worship the winner.”
Yoochun laughed as she pushed him away.
They bowled two complete games and Yoochun was slaughtered in both of them. The smile on Jaehwa’s face was worth it. She sat down, tying up the black, almost-knee high boots she wore, and a man behind Yoochun clucked his tongue.
“Pretty little girl you have there,” he said.
Yoochun tried not to bristle at his tone. The man was almost forty. “Thanks.”
Jaehwa stood up, and then bent over to straighten where her pants were pushed into her boots. She was so unconscious of her own desirability, but Yoochun saw the quick glances at her ass. His eyes narrowed.
The man chuckled and said, “I bet she’d look amazing in just those boots.”
Yoochun fought the urge to punch him. Instead, he stalked over to Jaehwa. She frowned at his face.
“I hate that everyone is staring at you, and the man over there is thinking of you in nothing but those boots.”
“Wouldn’t he be surprised?” Jaehwa said with a smirk and put her hands around Yoochun’s waist. Their lips met automatically. “So you’re feeling possessive?”
“God, yes.”
Jaehwa broke away and laughed. “Then let’s get out of here.” She held Yoochun’s hand and dragged him from the bowling alley. They had taken the bus to the bowling alley, but Yoochun was willing to splurge on a taxi if it meant getting back faster. He flagged one down and said half of Jaehwa’s address.
She touched his arm. “Junsu and Changmin are there.”
“Right. My place?”
She nodded.
Yoochun smiled and told the cabbie his address. They held hands all the way there, fingers entwined. Jaehwa reached over with her other hand and played with the tips of Yoochun’s knuckles. Yoochun watched her fingers, because if he looked up at her, he would kiss her and if he kissed her, clothes were going to start coming off.
After being dropped off, Yoochun handed the cab driver his fair. The cab driver smirked, winked and said, “Take care of that pretty girl.”
“I will.”
He turned and put a possessive arm around Jaehwa’s waist. “What the hell is up with men openly ogling at you today?”
“Are you sure they aren’t ogling at you?”
Yoochun snorted.
“It’s possible. You are attractive.”
“Yes, but when they say ‘pretty girl’, then they are talking about you, because you are indeed a pretty girl. My pretty girl.”
Yoochun said that as naturally as he could. Jaehwa’s cheeks went pink and he smiled to himself. He let her up the stairs first, and after only three, reached up and cupped her ass. He squeezed and she tittered at him, looking over her shoulder. He smiled unapologetic. She twisted her hips, laughed and ran up the stairs. Yoochun laughed with her and followed just as quickly. She didn't slow until they reached his door. Yoochun pinned her to the wall and kissed her harshly.
Jaehwa moaned, arms wrapping around his neck. She sucked his lip into her mouth and bit down. Yoochun jerked in surprise, hips pinning her. Unthinking he rolled his body, thrusting against her. She pulled her mouth away, gasping, and Yoochun took a deep breath of control.
“Inside, or you’re going to get naked right here,” Yoochun whispered.
She shivered and tried to push him away. Yoochun held her there and reached with one hand to unlock his door. Not the best decision, but after missing on the first try, he managed to get the door open.
They stumbled inside. Yoochun kicked his shoes off while trying to eat Jaehwa’s mouth.
“Chunnie,” she tried to protest. “Chunnie.”
“What?”
“I need to take my boots off.”
“No, you don’t. I just need to push your pants down.”
She scoffed and pushed his shoulders. “Move.”
Yoochun pouted but moved away enough that she could turn around in his arms. He kept his hands on her hips while she bent over and unlaced the boots. Her ass rubbed over his crotch and his cock pulsed. Yoochun whimpered, and tried not to thrust against her. The first boot fell to the ground, and she shifted, purposely rubbing against him to unlace the other one.
“Fuck, Jaehwa, what … You’re going to make me come in my pants.”
She turned her head and smirked up at him. “Then why don’t you be smart and take off your pants.”
Yoochun whimpered. He let go with one hand and shoved it between them. He cupped her ass briefly and then used that one hand to unbutton his jeans and lower his zipper. She stood up, and turned back around.
Jaehwa draped her arms around his shoulders, and their lips met easily. “Take me to your bedroom right this second or I’m going to go bitch-crazy on you.”
Yoochun smiled into the next kiss and walked her through the living room and to his bedroom door. The door slammed open, almost by itself and they stumbled inside the dim room. The sun was setting outside, and Yoochun didn’t want to turn the light on.
Jaehwa regained her balance and then pulled away from his lips. With a small smirk, she pecked his lips and then shimmied down his body.
“Oh, fuck,” Yoochun said as she rubbed her face against his crotch.
She took his hands and put them on her head and he threaded his fingers into her hair. She grabbed the top of his pants and pulled them and his boxers down. His cock sprung free, smacking her in the cheek. She licked her lips, opened her mouth and caught the tip with her lips.
Yoochun’s eyes shut and his whole body shook. Liquid heat wrapped around the crown and then slowly dropped down, more and more of his erection slipped into her mouth and he had to thrust, had to. His fingers tightened in her hair, she moaned and he jerked his hips forward. She gagged and then pulled back and glared up at him.
He smiled in apology. “Sorry. You’re really sexy on your knees.”
Jaehwa rolled her tongue around him, drawing another moan from deep in his throat. “You are entirely too eager,” she reprimanded, lips against the pliant head. “Should I make it worse?”
“I don’t know how that’s-“ Yoochun broke off when she let go of his dick. It bobbed just in front of her face. She licked at it, just her tongue, while her hands grabbed her shirt and yanked it off. The tiny tank underneath followed quickly. Yoochun moaned and put his hand on pale shoulders. Her tongue was beyond distracting, and he didn’t notice that she had unbuttoned her jeans until she suddenly turned and stood up.
Those red jeans rolled down her hips, revealing satin red boyshorts and creamy pale thighs.
Yoochun had to grip the base of his cock to keep from coming.
Jaehwa did not turn back around. She took the couple of steps to his bed and crawled onto it. She looked over his shoulder and smiled, tongue running over her mouth.
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered and kicked off his pants and boxers. He didn’t care that he still had his t-shirt on and climbed after her. His lips hit just above the panties, on her lower back, his hand cupped her ass, fingers slipping over the panties, pushing into her cleft. She whimpered, body shuddering, and her elbows collapsed.
Yoochun kissed her back, licked up her spine and pushed her hair to the side to suck on her neck. He held himself up with one hand and traced the top of the panties with his finger. “Can I take these off?” he whispered.
Jaehwa moaned and nodded, hips rising in invitation.
Yoochun hooked his fingers at the hem and pulled them down, baring a single ass cheek. He moaned as he cupped the bare skin and then transferred his weight so he could push them down further. He stopped as soon as her ass was free and then settled over her, lips on her shoulder. His dick slid between her cheeks, and they both moaned. Her hips lifted again and Yoochun rutted against her. Their moans filled the room and Yoochun bit down on her shoulder, crying out as the interrupted orgasm was there in full force, ripping through him and covering her cleft in come.
Jaehwa whined, still moving her hips as Yoochun slowed, gasping with lips against her skin.
“Chunnie,” she whimpered.
Yoochun shut his eyes, willing control to his body. He held himself up with one and snaked the other between them. His fingers slipped through his mess. He found her opening and pushed in a single finger. She keened, head lifting from the bed. Her hips rutted down, hard and fast. Yoochun licked her neck, whispering words of beauty to her as his finger pressed completely inside her.
“Yoochun, please, please, please.”
Yoochun slowly pulled his finger out, all the way. She whimpered, and he rubbed her entrance, with two fingers. He didn’t want to hurt her, and her body was so tight. He pressed in a single finger again, slow and steady, in and out. She pushed her face into a pillow and screamed something that sounded like a curse word.
Yoochun chuckled and left wet kisses across her upper back. “What was that?”
She turned her head. “I want you. I want you.”
He pressed against her, attacking her mouth sideways in a dirty kiss. He spun his hand and then pushed in a second finger. Her body gripped him tightly, and she cried out. Her hips rolled and forced both fingers deeper.
“Please, please, please.”
Yoochun pushed up, kneeling. He pulled his fingers from her and turned. His side table was just out of reach. He growled and had to climb off her to get to the drawer and the lube inside. When he turned back, Jaehwa was still on her stomach, but completely naked, legs spread. Her back rose and fell, and her face was hidden in his pillow. She was shivering, and Yoochun wondered if she thought he was going to run away. He crawled back over her, kissing her sides and back, and did not look between her legs. But he was still shivering. He kneeled between her spread legs and curled his body over hers.
With lips against her neck, he said, “You are so beautiful. I love you so much.”
Her breath caught, and she turned her head. Their lips met again in a soft kiss and he lowered his hips, erection rubbing along her cleft again. He kissed her until she smiled and then he pulled back.
“I love you,” she whispered and licked at his lips.
Yoochun moved enough to cover his hand in lube. He poured some right on her body too, mixing it with his come. She gasped and lifted her hips. Two fingers slipped inside her, and Yoochun moaned at how she clenched around them. He pumped and spread them slowly. He leaned over her again and captured her moans with his lips. She rocked her body up into his, begging for more. Yoochun pushed in a third finger. They both shivered.
“Please, Chunnie-ah, please, please, please don’t stop. Please.’
Yoochun knew the begging for what it was. Don’t leave. Don’t hate me. Don’t think I’m unworthy. Don’t stop. He shook his head and kissed her. He removed his fingers and used that hand to slick his cock up. He spread his legs a bit more and lowered his hips. He swiped his dick along her ass and they both whimpered.
“Fuck me, please, please, Yoochun, please.”
Yoochun shivered, and held his cock steady. He shut his eyes and thrust forward, into her tight channel. She cried out, back bowing down, hips rising to take him. Yoochun stopped, curled over her, and inhaled, trying to calm himself down, but then she thrust back, forcing more of his cock into her.
Yoochun growled. God, she was tight. Tighter than any woman he’d ever been with. With hands firmly planted beside her, he thrust down, hard, quick, in and out, forcing her body into the bed. She cried out, gripping the pillow. Yoochun kept his eyes shut tight, reaching for control, feeling it down to his toes as her body held him tightly, gripping and pulsating around him. He shorted his thrusts, quick instead of long, forceful instead of soft. His arms ached and shook, his legs were tense and almost cramping, but he didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Her slim body writhed underneath him and he was only vaguely away of her whimpers and moans. She gasped his name, over and over.
And then her body tightened impossibly further and Yoochun’s vision went gray and he sped up with a gasped, “Fucking hell”.
“Chunnie, don’t stop, please. So … so close, please. I’m … make me come, please. Come, come, please, I’m com--” She broke off with a cry. Her body went taut and tight and her hands flung to her sides. Her hips rose, and her entrance tightened around Yoochun so much that he lost his rhythm.
“Chunnie!” She spasmed, hips jerking unsteadily into the bed. Her breath hitched and then stopped and everything froze and then shattered, and she collapsed, back heaving with her heavy breathing.
Yoochun slowed, exhaling at how tightly her body clenched around his dick.
Her breath turned to gasps and then to whimpers and Yoochun lifted up enough to kiss her neck. She was almost panicking.
“Love?” Yoochun said worried.
She shook her head and buried her face in the pillow. Yoochun continued to kiss her sweaty skin and rolled his hips.
“God, you’re amazing,” he said. “I love you.”
“I … I … I love you,” she said, but it sounded like she was crying.
Yoochun frowned. She still thought he was going to run away from her. He stayed buried inside her but kneeled, grabbing her hips and pulling her back. He watched as his cock moved in and out of her body. It was so hot, but at the same time, different. He was used to a different view, one that had a warm, wet cunt to slip his dick into. He gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks.
She was whimpering, probably sensing his hesitation. But Yoochun remembered not to say anything about her dick or boy parts. He pulled out and she cried out his name, begging. With a smile, he leaned down and touched his tongue to her stretched opening.
She gasped in surprise. He held her hips tightly and licked at her, cringing at the taste of lube and come on his tongue. But this was for her, just for her and he pushed his tongue inside. After only a minute, he pushed in a finger too. She shivered and said his name in disbelief. He licked her, up and down her cleft, wincing when his chin hit balls, but he didn’t stop, just moving away as fast as he could and distracting them both with three fingers and a tongue spreading her open. His erection sagged though, and he couldn’t help it and hated it.
He pushed up with a growl and said, “Turn over.”
She shook her head. “No. No. I … just fuck me like this.”
“I don’t want to fuck you,” he said, and she flinched. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a tear dripped down her face before she could hide it in the pillow.
Yoochun grabbed her hips and forced her over. She shook her head and tried to curl up, but Yoochun gripped her knees and spread her legs.
“Yoochun, don’t, please, just …”
He glared at her and fell over her, kissing her roughly. She cried into his mouth, hands pushing at his shoulders. He grunted and shivered as his cock slipped next to hers and then went down, further. He reached between them, slid his hand down her stomach, over her erection. He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroked and kissed her until he was aching and hard again. He held himself against her entrance and pushed.
She shuddered and continued to try to push him away. He grabbed her legs, bent them and slammed into her body.
“Chunnie stop, please, I … please …”
With a deep growl, he grabbed her wrists and pushed them to the bed. He buried his face into her neck and thrust into her roughly. Each one tore a little cry from her throat. Yoochun kissed her shoulder and collarbone, and then before he could stop himself, changed the angle of his thrust. He curled his hips, shortened his strides and pushed into her and rubbed against her at the same time. He shivered, biting harder.
“Yoochun!”
And Yoochun knew he couldn’t do this, not like this, not without seeing her. With a growl, he lifted his head. He let go of one of her wrists long enough to grab her chin. He kissed her, eyes open, eyes locked with hers, and they were her eyes, and it was her hand tangling in his hair.
Her. Her. Her.
Jaehwa.
His Jaehwa.
“I love you,” he gasped. “I love you.”
Her eyes shut and tears dripped down her face.
“Look at me,” he demanded, shaking her.
She tried to open her eyes. Yoochun slammed into her harder, and she cried out, chest arching into his, bodies pressed completely together. Yoochun shivered at the press of erection on his skin and he kissed her again. He couldn’t hold on to her anymore, not like this and he hooked his arm under her bowing back. He kissed her cheek and neck and grunted, thrusting harder. She moaned his name, whimpering and shaking. His energy was dropping, body protesting the continued movements, but her ass was tightening around him again, pulsating and twitching.
She grabbed her knees, opening herself more. Her other hand clawed at his back, and she arched again, crying out as her body jerked and spasmed. That dick against his stomach pulsed and then wet and hot and sticky covered his stomach. But everything around his cock went tight and he moaned, collapsing as she dragged his orgasm through him, teased it and twisted it. He thrust into her weakly, barely able to move, but it was enough and he emptied himself inside her. His hips continued to move, but he was done, spent and exhausted. He held Jaehwa’s sweaty body tightly against his.
It wasn’t until his own breathing steadied that he realized she was crying. He lifted his head, and she looked away, eyes shut as more tears fell down her cheeks. Very carefully, he lifted his body off hers and winced at the sticky mess between them.
Jaehwa whimpered in distress and Yoochun turned her head and kissed her softly.
“No,” she said, pleaded, “No, no, no. no.”
Yoochun sighed and pulled back a little bit. “Love?”
She shook her head and tried to roll away.
“God, Jaehwa, talk to me. Don’t just-“
“You’re disgusted by me,” she almost shouted.
Yoochun shook his head and kissed her cheek.
“Leave me alone, please.”
“No,” Yoochun said. “I want you to talk to me.”
She shook her head and struggled against his hold. With another sigh, Yoochun let her go. She didn’t go far, just turned on her side and curled up in a ball facing away from him. Yoochun’s come dripped from her ass. He licked his lips and touched her gently with his fingers. She jerked away.
Yoochun watched her body shake. He did not have energy for this. He sighed and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Very carefully, he wiped the come from her body. But she flinched again and he gave up. He tossed the shirt away before tugging on the blankets, pulling them until he could climb under them. He flung the edge over Jaehwa’s shoulders and then scooted closer to her. He draped his arm around her middle and pressed his face to her back. His wilted cock brushed against her ass and twitched.
Shaking, she settled against his chest.
Quietly, Yoochun whispered, “I love you. You do not disgust me and this was amazing.” His fingers traced around her belly button and he did his best not to flinch when they slipped through come. Her come. He kissed her neck and put a leg over her hips, holding her as close and as tightly as he could.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
“For what?”
“I … this … it’s …”
Yoochun smiled against her shoulder. “This was amazing,” he repeated.
She inhaled sharply and then exhaled slowly.
“I love you,” Yoochun said.
“I love you,” she repeated quietly.
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Part 7: The Promise
Part 5: The Setback
Part 4: The Date
Part 3: The Wait
Part 2: The Talk
Part 1: The Secret
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